CHAPTER VIII
TIMETTE AND ANN FALL OUT
Puppies don’t have meat to eat; they don’t really need it till they are grown up. However, sometimes as a great treat, Timette and Ann would be given a bone. They always had one each, because being rather jealous dogs they might have quarreled over one. Tim, too, always had a bone to himself. One day the cook threw Tim a bone, but he had gone off for a saunter in the wood, and the puppies rushed to get the prize. Timette was first and, with a bound, was on top of it. But she had jumped just too far and Ann quickly dived in and snatched it from under her. Poor Timette! her baby face looked so disappointed. “Well, you are a greedy pig,” she said; “you might let me have a bit.”
“Go away,” said Ann, and she went on calmly nibbling.
Then Timette made a dash for it, but Ann was prepared and wheeled round, the bone safely in her mouth. Timette tried again, but Ann was too artful; she just held on to the bone with her paws as well as her teeth and gave a little growl when Timette came too near.
At last Timette’s patience gave way, and with an angry cry she hurled herself at Ann. Ann at once turned on her and bit her ear, and then they got muddled up, both trying to bite as hard as they could. The bone was forgotten, for both puppies were in a rage. They fought almost savagely like big dogs and neither would give in. They made such a noise about it, too, that we came out to see what was the matter, and as they wouldn’t stop, we had to separate them. In the end Ann got rather the worst of it, which served her right for being so greedy over the bone. She was not much hurt, though, for Timette had only her puppy teeth, and they can’t bite really hard, although they are very sharp.
When it was over, they were both rather sulky and gave each other long scowling looks. Timette took the bone and kept it all the afternoon. Ann looked the other way, pretending she no longer wanted it. In the end we took it away altogether, and after that they were quite good friends again, ate their evening bread and milk in peace and went to sleep curled up together.
“We’re good dogs now, and once more friends,”
And so my doggy story ends.